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Mary's Discovery. by Trish Linda Write assumed that the students next door were out when she got home from work, owing to the lack of thump-thump music through the wall. They had been her neighbours since the start of term, in early September and at first she had resented their presence. As she had got to know them she changed her mind and began to almost enjoy their madcap company. There were three of them sharing the house, Mike and Bob were third year art students and Tom was also a final year, studying History. They appeared to live in total chaos and kept very odd hours. But she had found that they always had a cheery good morning or what ever when they saw her and thought nothing of stopping for a five-minute chat. Turing on the hall light Linda removed her coat and walked through to the kitchen. Just as she was about to turn on the light she noticed movement in the garden. Worried she moved to the window and saw to her surprise, Tom looking very sweet in a short skirt and red university sweatshirt taking in his washing. His longish hair was held off his face with a red Alice band. As she watched she saw him turn. As he did she caught a glimpse of his suspenders and stocking tops. Not wanting to be noticed she waited until he had collected all his washing before turning on the light and making her self-a coffee. "So!" she said to herself. "Tom is a transvestite! Well, well I never would have thought it!" Sitting back with her coffee she was surprised to find just how much the concept appealed and excited her. Over the next day or two she researched up on transvestism as she mused over what she should do about it, eventually she came to the conclusion that the best course of action was just to take the bull by the horns and ask him. Tom had not really taken that much notice of the divorcee next door once she had stopped complaining about their music! He did like her choice in clothes though she all ways looked smashing in that professionally feminine way that he wished he could emulate. She was very attractive but she rarely seemed to have visitors and as far as any of the lads could work out she had no boyfriend. He knew from Mrs. Singh in the shop that she had been through a rough divorce with her wife beating former partner and felt somewhat sorry for her. He guessed her age was some where between 30 and 35, that she was probably quite lonely and had accepted them next door because she quite enjoyed laughing at their antics. He would have spent longer chatting when he did speak to her but his shyness tended to get the better of him unless he was a bit blasted. Unusually for a Friday evening she saw him getting off the bus when she walked out of the corner shop. Having to walk briskly she caught him up and said cheerfully. "Evening Tom." "Hi ya." He replied looking rather glum. "What's up?" She asked trying to quell her madly beating heart. "You look rather down?" "Nothing!" He snapped. Then took a deep breath and half smiled at her. "Sorry Lynn, you did not deserve that. The bloody bank won't extend my over draft and my student loan isn't through yet." "Why don't you come round to mine then? I would enjoy the company." "Thanks Lynn that's kind of you but I might as well as use the time to finish off my dissertation." Tom replied quickly. "Oh no Tom I want to see you close up, I have only seen you from a distance in the garden. You can wear your skirt and heels just as easily in my house!" She held her breath. Tom went pale and whispered. "Oh god you know!" "That you are a." She paused. "A Transvestite? Yes I have seen you a few times." Looking at his shocked expression she felt a surge of excitement. By now they were nearly at her door so she added. "If Mrs. Singh in the shop knew then?" He blushed brightly and stammered. "Yes Lynn what time?" "Oh any time seven o'clock will be fine." She smiled gently at him. "Now don't forget to wear your pretty clothes." Grinning she turned on her heel and walked in to her house calling over her shoulder. "Oh, come to the front door will you!" Tom stood there shocked watching her receding back until she shut her door then he bolted for the sanctuary of his own. Frightened and worried that his long kept secret had been discovered he struggled to roll a calming joint and open a can of beer. Flopping in front of the telly he downed the beer before drawing heavily on the joint and moaned. "Oh fuck. What do I do?" Staring in to space until the loud music through the wall roused him. Normally Tom revelled in getting dressed but tonight however he just pulled 'Mary's' clothes out of his wardrobe and threw them on to his bed. He did not have much to chose from. A short black skirt, fishnet stockings (which hid his hairy legs), white blouse, black three inch court shoes, a few matching bra, suspender belt and knickers sets, a short slip, a summer dress and his pride and joy a black and red satin basque. Thanking the gods that Mike and Bob were out for the night he quickly dressed in his basque and stockings before drawing a pair of matching knickers up his legs. Glancing at the clock he filled a pair of balloons with water and slipped them in to the basque's bra cups. "Jesus!" He mumbled to him self. "It's like a wank mag story come true!" Then a shiver of excitement coursed up his spine as he settled the balloons in to place. Guiltily he glanced at his reflection and moaned again. This time avoiding the mirror he slipped on his blouse and fastened his skirt about his waist. Turning back to his wardrobe he pulled out his handbag and removed his recently purchased small collection of make up. He debated weather to have ago at putting it on as he knew he was not very good at it and decided just to make do with a lick op red lipstick. Then looking again at the clock he went down to the kitchen and made him self a cup of tea and another joint. "Girls just want to have fun!" Lynn sang along with the music as she quickly changed out of her sober work clothes. Dancing around half naked she held various items of clothing against her body until she decided on her short black lycra dress. She had quickly realised that the best way to shut out their thump-thump music from next door was to make her own. After a shower she dried her hair and dressed. Taking her time she carefully did her make up, giggling delightedly to her self when she saw her reflection. She had just opened a bottle of wine when the doorbell went. With a last glance at her reflection she walked to the front door and turned on the outside light. Opening the door to see a red faced Tom on her doorstep. Smiling she said. "Do you have a name?" "M. Mary." He stammered back. Raising her voice she said. "Come on in Mary." Allowing him to enter. "In to the lounge, want a drink Mary?" 'Mary' nodded apprehensively. "Wine or gin Mary?" She asked looking at him assessing his appearance. "Wine please." He whispered avoiding her eyes. Laughing Lynn walked away in to the lounge and pored out two glasses of wine. She handed him a glass and sat down. Motioning him towards the chair opposite her. Still avoiding her eyes he whispered his thanks and sat visibly squirming under her calculating gaze. "Relax Mary. I won't bite." She said kindly as he shyly looked at her for the first time. "Mind you your face needs some help and your hair would look lovely curled." She grinned adding. "In fact I think with a little help you could look rather good." "Er. I was going to buy some more next term and I saw a make up book in the sale at Smiths." He whispered back looking like he was going to bolt for the door. Slowly with the aid of another glass of wine she coaxed Tom in to answering her questions. Finding out that he was a life long Transvestite who did not get on with his stepfather and consequently saw very little of his family. "Would you like me to do your face and hair Mary?" She asked when she felt that he had relaxed enough to agree with her suggestion. "P.Please Lynn." He answered his voice still wavering. "Great!" She said cheerfully standing. "Come on Mary. Don't look so glum this is supposed to be fun!" He smiled up at her and said shyly. "Thanks Lynn." "For what?" "For understanding." Taking his hand she pulled him up to her bedroom and sat him down at her dressing table. Turning him away from the mirror she giggled. "Am I going to surprise you Hun." Tom was astonished at how quickly Lynn used her make up on his face. Once She was satisfied she produced a rippled jawed thing and locked his hair between the jaws a bit at a time. When she was finished she replaced his Alice band and spun him round towards the mirror. His hair was a rippled mass framing his now well made up feminine face. He could not believe that it was his reflection in the mirror. "Wow!" He gasped. "Thank you Lynn. Will you teach me how you did that? Please." He noticed for the first time that Lynn had big brown eyes that sparkled when she laughed. "Sure, I must say you look smashing now. I think you look very pretty. Let's go and see what's on the telly." By now Tom was smiling brightly and followed her down stairs amazed at how relaxed and feminine he felt. Giggling he smoothed his skirt on to his legs as he sat gracefully on to the settee. "Here." She handed him another glass of wine. "Thanks." He said now giddy with pleasure. "Can I ask you a question?" "Yes." She laughed. "What?" "Can I smoke?" She nodded. "Why I do?" Tom laughed lightly. "I meant pot silly." "Oh!" Lynn giggled. "Yes I used to like the odd bifty my self when I was at collage." Tom looked around asking. "Where's my bag Lynn?" Then he saw it on the floor next to the chair crying. "Ahhh!" Next Morning Tom woke up at home feeling delightedly nervous about the previous evening. He was up fairly early suffering from all the wine they had drank the night before. The cure took a hard forty-minute run a bottle of lucozade and a shower. After a light breakfast he shoved a Rush CD in to his CD ROM drive and got stuck in to his collage work. Some hours later he heard Bob blundering about in the kitchen down stairs and went for another mug of tea and some lunch. "Mornin'" Bob said in a rough voice. "Afternoon you mean." Tom laughed making his tea. "Letter fer you." Bob pointed at the doormat. "Ta." Tom replied picking up the letter as he took his tea back up to his room and returned to his dissertation. Eventually he turned off his computer and opened the letter to find it was from Lynn. Hi Mary, Come round tonight if you want. I would like It if you can. And the new trek movie is on sky at nine. Any time after 5 is fine by me. Don't forget to use the front door and bring all your clothes and stuff you can keep it here if you wish. Love Lynn XX "To bloody right I will!" He muttered to him self as he lay on his bed smoking a large joint with glee reading though his days work. Not much later Bob stuck his head round the door asking. "Commin' t' pub youth? Beer call in t' Wagon fer t' 'appy 'our is four!" "No thanks man, I'm skint and I have to have a tutorial first thing Tuesday morning so I want to have me dis pretty much assembled for then its due in for the end of term. Might go over to Lee's later if I get through with this." "Lend you a tenna?" Tom grinned and handed Bob the joint. Thanks but no thanks I will go in to debt with the bank but not a mate like." Bob grinned round the splif saying. "Suit your self. If you want to come later we will be in the Wagon till closing then were of to the Ku club." Tom nodded having no intention of going to the wagon when he had a chance to be Mary. He gave them a good hour to get comfortable in the pub before he dressed in his finery and finished off what he was reading and then walked nervously next door. Half wishing that Lynn would let him use the backdoor but enjoying the sensation of being dressed in public. Lynn had woken early full of beans and raring to go, after a quick health conscious low fat breakfast she had spent the day shopping. She had deliberately got off the bus two stops early and walked though the university campus checking out what was this years student look was like. Her mind was awash with ideas for Mary, some of which were very naughty. She quickly spent a fortune on her 'Niece', false nails, studentish peasant skirt, a smart little back dress and some fancy lingerie that brought a smile to her face. Then feeling very daring she went to a specialist shop and bought some hormonal depletion and skin care creams. At first she was embarrassed but the friendly owner just assumed that she had just discovered that her partner was a TV and was treating him to a few presents. Lynn went red in the face when the woman commented that most TV's were a pretty submissive when dressed especially if they were tightly corseted. She also advised her to read some of the fiction available to get a handle on the sexual side of transvestism. Almost as an after thought the woman said. "Oh! And get your self a strap on dildo!" Embarrassed Lynn just followed the woman's advice selecting a few magazines, a few stories and a very realistic strap on! Arriving home she had a late lunch and glanced over the magazines and found her self-getting rather excited over an enforced transvestite maid story. Giggling to her self she slipped off her jeans and picked up the dildo. Continuing to read she slowly started to slowly play with her self. Working her way up to an earth chattering climax imagining what it would be like to make Mary her maid. Languidly she filled a highly scented bath and with another magazine had a long wallow. Planning the evening carefully as she dressed in leggings and a tee shirt, deciding against looking like the dominant women in the magazines, for now! "Ding, dong!" The doorbell went just after five and Lynn opened the door to see 'Mary' nervously standing on the doorstep clutching a small case. "Come on in Mary." She said firmly after giving him a feminine kiss on his cheek. "Go straight up stairs and we can get started." She smiled at him. "That is if you still want my help?" "Please Lynn, if its no bother." She giggled. "Oh its no bother pet, in fact it's a pleasure." 'Mary' nodded her thanks as Lynn continued. "Now be a good girl and get up stairs." Following him up the stairs she told him to go in to the bathroom and get undressed. "Pardon?" He asked unsure. She grinned. "Get undressed! I need to see what I have to work with Mary. Don't be shy you have nothing I haven't seen before!" Red faced he obeyed removing all his clothes until he stood stark naked in front of her. "Turn round." She ordered noticing how quickly he obeyed her instruction. Wondering just what else the woman in the shop had been right about. "Right then Mary. In the shower with you and we will do your legs, bikini line and armpits." Smiling shyly he allowed her to coat his body with the depletion cream leaving only a small triangle of pubic hair uncovered. "I want you to count slowly to six hundred then have a shower and wash your hair. When you're done rub this moisturising cream all over your body to counter act the action of the depilatory. Then you can slip this robe on and come though to my bedroom." She Grinned and giggled at his face. "I have always wanted a sister or a niece and now I have got one." Later once she had him dressed in a padded bra and matching panties, the studentish clothing she had bought him and a pair of her pink wedge slippers. She was doing his make up demonstrating each action on her own face before getting him to repeat some of what she was doing on his face Lynn commented about how submissive he was. Laughingly telling him that he should be her maid and do this for her every day she noticed the slight bulge in his skirt but did not comment. Lynn finished with a spriz of scent and smiled in the mirror at him hanging her well-manicured hand over his shoulder. "Like it Mary?" "God! It wonderful." He gushed. "Thank you Lynn." "I've got some nails for you but I am famished lets make some tea." Giggling like a schoolgirl she led him down to the kitchen and handed him a pini to protect his new clothes. Donning one her self she continued to chat away about very girlie subjects forcing him to join the conversation when ever possible. Tom was in heaven she was treating him just like a girlfriend and the moment they had finished eating she had just taken his hand and started to fix the false nails on to his fingertips. His right hand was sporting five long red talons when she said. "Ops! Cock up." He looked at her puzzled. "They look fine to me?" Lynn laughed. Tom was getting to like her laugh; it was full and slightly naughty. "It's not the nails stupid, it's the glue. It's a form of superglue and I don't have any nail remover solution. So it looks like you will be staying over until I get some more. Unless?" She giggled moving on to his left hand. "You want Bob and Mike to see your lovely nails?" Tom shook his head. "Can I stay over?" "I lend you a fancy nightie and put your hair in curlers for the night, if you're a good girl Mary." Gob smacked by Lynn's enjoyment and bossy behaviour he stood up and bobbed at the knees saying in as feminine a tone as he could. "I'll be a good girl." "Be one now Hun and give me your hand back. I'll do your toenails as well if you want then you can do mine. If you mess it up the first time you can keep trying until you get it right then you will be able to do your own." Tom leapt at the chance to perform such a service to her not realising how long it would take him to repeat the simple looking task she performed on his toes. The false nails ruined his co-ordination and the brush was a lot harder than it looked to use was. It took him four attempts before she was satisfied with the results. Next she had him put on his heels and a pair of her tights and made him walk up and down in front of her teaching him how to walk in a feminine fashion. How to hold his bag, arms and body in relation to his stride. With in 40 minuets he was feeling the strain on his calves and thighs. "No to comfortable are the high heels Mary?" Lynn commented unsympathetically. "Most women only wear them because of how they make our legs look!" 'Mary' managed a smile and said. "I can see why." "Most of your trouble tonight is due to lack of practice that's all Mary. Don't worry you will get lots of practice with me. I think you will make a very pretty young woman once I have taught you what most of us learn as we grow up. You just had a bad education that's all." She was so matter of fact about it! Tom could not believe what she had said. "Do you really mean that Lynn? That I can get lots of practice with you?" "Most defiantly I much prefer you as Mary you were a kind of cute boy to begin with but not very personable. When ever we spoke you just stuttered and mumbled embarrassed. But now we are chatting with out the muttering." She winked at him with a light in her eyes, " and I must admit some excitement over turning you in to a girl. Some thing like what you are feeling judging by that." She nodded at the obvious lump in his skirt and giggled. "I will have to get you something to hide that!" Mary blushed prettily and flopped on to the settee. "Not like that!" Lynn said sharply. "Like this." She quickly demonstrated and using short sharp instructions made him repeat her actions four or five times until 'Mary' gracefully sat down on to the settee, smoothing her skirt and crossing her legs in that typically feminine manner. Tom blushed again when Lynn told him bluntly. "I expect to see you do it like that from now on!" She smiled at him and proceeded to congratulate him on how well he was doing and how much he had improved. "How about rolling us a joint Mary, we deserve it!" Once again Tom found there was a lesson in her request rolling a joint wearing the nails was not as easy as he had expected. Giggling he said drolly when he eventually produced a misshapen but smokeable joint. "Not only have you got me looking like a first year girl you have got me rolling joints like one!" During the evening Tom had noticed that Lynn had become more controlling the later it got and was finding it all a turn on. He felt like that he was in a river that was sweeping him deeper and deeper in to the feminine ideal that Lynn had for him. Little did he know that Lynn knew exactly what she was doing and what she wanted. True to her word that night she did put his hair up in rollers, smothered his face in moisturisers and gave him a lovely rose coloured satin nightie and matching panties. She told him to leave his padded bra on so that the long and tight garment hung correctly on his body. After what felt like an age, he was finally able to slide in to the bed in her spares room and relieve the sexual tension that had built up inside of him. The following day followed a similar pattern with Lynn bossing Mary about, reinforcing the lessons she had given him the night before. The first task of the day was to go through his meagre collection of feminine items and putting them in her spare room. While she was out getting some nail remover she had him clean the front room, kitchen and bathroom. When she returned she got him to fix lunch under her beady eye correcting any masculine gestures that she saw. Finally after showing him how to use her iron she went in to her small office to catch up with some work leaving him to do all her ironing, a task that Tom found surprisingly enjoyable. As he ironed Tom realised that he wanted this, he wished silently that he really was Lynn wife/maid not knowing that Lynn also held the same wish. They followed the same basic routine until the end of term, Tom spending at least three evening's week (one of which he stayed over) as Mary. This slowly led to him becoming proficient at his transformation so that by the time term finished he could even pass her close inspection first time. Unfortunately his body language was still very masculine although he knew he was improving more quickly since she had got him doing most of her housework. He developed the concept that by doing such domestic work altered his behaviour patterns. The most surprising thing of all was that he began to find the high heels that she had him wear all the time got almost comfortable. Lynn got him to talk about every thing from the heels to what he was feeling and how he felt. He was in love with her and the life she was giving him as Mary. Lynn kept up with her firm encouragement involving Mary in long conversations/discussions about feminine body language and behaviour. Slowly exerting her influence over him until she was sure he would agree to the next step in her plan. "What are you doing for Christmas Mary? Staying or going?" "Going down to see my mum and the plank I guess." He didn't sound to enthused by the idea, which suited her to a tee. "You can stay with me if you want?" "Can I?" He asked his delight apparent on his well made up face. "Yes silly, I would love to have Mary about the house for four weeks it will be heaven for me. You are such a good housekeeper and I need some one to look after me." She grinned. "Mary the maid for four weeks Hun fancy it?" Lynn felt the burst of warmth in her belly when he giggled half joking. "Oh! Do I get to wear the uniform?" Keeping the tone humorous she giggled her self and spluttered. "Only if you are a good girl." Then hamming it up she declared. " Now fetch me some more wine and roll me another joint Mary the maid!" Standing smoothly Tom laughed and curtseyed to her. "Yes Madam Lynn." Carefully mincing off swing his hips and swishing his skirt giggling as he did so. "Tart!" Called Lynn. "I will tell Mike or Bob that my niece is staying over the Christmas break just in case they see you but with a wig on they will never recognise you." Soon it was agreed that to all intents and purposes Tom would go home to a holiday job the 7th and not return until the 15th January. Mary would then arrive with Lynn's late on the 7th and stay until the 15th. To Tom's initial horror Lynn was insistent that he must arrive with her fully dressed with absolutely no male clothes or items anywhere he could get them. Insisting that his separation from masculinity to the extent that even his house keys were to remain in her desk at work during the holiday period. "Total immersion in Mary for four weeks." Was how Lynn described what she expected of him and Tom willingly agreed. The Train was packed and Tom was glad to be getting off after only going one stop. He saw Lynn the moment he got on to the platform and waked towards her. She grinned saying. " Have I got a treat for you! Come along now Mary." Walking briskly she led him to the specialist shop and took him inside. Tom had never been in here before he had always bottled out at the end of the street. To his surprise the woman behind the counter greeted them warmly asking Lynn if he was her nephew Mary. Lynn nodded and quickly explained that she had to get back to work before walking out of the shop. Telling him over her shoulder to meet her at the station at 4pm. Tom felt his jaw drop in shock when Lynn left him alone in the shop. The woman locked the door behind her saying. "Don't worry Mary. Your Aunt explained every thing to me. I am Karen by the way. My husband is a TV which is how I come to own a shop dedicated to them." Taking his hand she led him through the shop telling him. "This is her treat for you, she says you are going to be spending the whole holidays en-femme.?" Looking forward to it?" Handing him a robe she told him. "Go and get undressed your Aunt says you shave already and have a nice bikini line so we wont have to worry about that." As he undressed Karen continued to chatter with him about TV's, clothes, cosmetics and fashion. From the moment he left the changing room he felt like he was on a production line. She murmured her approval with his toenails as she prepared the nails for his fingertips. Once the nails were in place and drying Karen moved on to his hair shaping it in to a more feminine style with a few scissors snips before washing it and rolling it in to tight curlers. She handed him a cup of tea and a copy of Marie Claire put a hair dryer over his head and walked away. Having little else to do except sit there with the dryer wiring in his ears He sipped his tea and flicked though the magazine. Karen returned once to check his hair was drying properly but for about 40 minutes he was left alone with his tea and magazine feeling very feminine. Karen left his hair in the curlers once his hair was dry and started on his face. He was toned, moisturised and worked on until he felt like a model. Then with out any warning Karen produced a piercing gun and fixed two gold studs in each ear lobe. Saying as she placed the last one. "They will be healed by the time you go back to collage Mary. Your Aunt said you wanted them doing and told me they were to be a surprise." She smiled kindly. "Lets get you dressed. Gosh look at the time we had better get a move on my dear otherwise you will be late meeting your Aunt." Firmly she pushed him back on to a massage couch and carefully measured and marked his chest. Opening a box Karen removed a pair of very realistic false breasts, which after matching to the marks on his chest she carefully glued in to position. Telling him with a smile. "That's a lovely pair of 38c boobs you have there Mary". Tom almost fainted when he was laced in to the corset but he had to admit that when he saw his dressed reflection it was worth it! He felt the same about his hair when he saw what had been done to it. For one thing it was no longer brown nor was it the same shape. He now had what Karen called an Ash blond bob. "Suits you Mary." Karen professionally commented handing him some jewellery to put on. Mary in her smart pencil skirt and blouse looked back at Tom from his reflection. "Wow! Karen this is god...What have you done?" What she had done was turn Tom from an untidy young man in to a busty blond professional looking young woman. Removing almost every trace of the original male and substituting him with this feminine creature whom could never have been a bloke. Tom loved his new image even if he was not so sure about the connotations between his new bust and hair. "Like it then?" She laughed. "Here." Handing Tom the jacket to match the skirt, his usual high heels, his hang bag and an umbrella. "We had better get a move on its five to four." Tom felt a rush of pure terror when he first walked out on to the quite street, which quickly changed to exhilaration, when he realised that no one was paying them the slightest notice. He loved the way the boobs that Karen had fixed to his chest moved naturally and how the corset held his posture as he walked. Lynn was waiting with an expectant look on her face when they reached the station. Her smile of delight at Mary's appearance was one that Tom knew he would treasure. Lynn gave both of them a kiss and thanked Karen profusely before leading Mary up toward her work. "They all think you are my niece Mary, don't you dare let them find out different understand?" "Yes Lynn. I understand." Tom answered. "If they wonder why you are so dressy tell them that you were at a history seminar this morning. OK?" "Yes Lynn." "Good. Looking forward to your holidays Hun?" Lynn smiled. "I am. After all most women in my situation would love to have a live in housekeeper." "Mary the maid is too." Tom laughed. "Good." Said Lynn firmly. "Because her uniform is waiting for her." Before Tom could think of an answer Lynn led him in to her work place and introduced him loudly as her niece Mary and in to his new life. (to be continued)